Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret #8)(23)

"It's a good thing it's dark in here," she said. "I know I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off your hard chest or my mouth off your gorgeous cock if I could see you clearly."

"Then we'd better turn on the light."

"Mmm. Maybe just a taste," she whispered before her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.

Her lingering sucking kiss on his sensitive flesh made his belly tighten. His balls ached with heaviness. He moaned and reached for her, but she drew away.

"Sorry," she said, her voice low and throaty. "I couldn't help myself. I'll behave."

"I don't want you to behave."

Her shadowed form crossed the room-an inky black shape on a dark gray background. He trailed after her, his eager cock pointing the way.

"Stay back," she warned as she crawled up onto the bed and disappeared from sight when her figure blended into the bedding.

"How can I touch you if I stay back?"

"Tell me where your hands would be if you were touching me, Jacob."

"First, I'd want your breasts in my hands."

The mattress creaked slightly as she shifted on his bed. And why wasn't he on it with her?

"They're cool to the touch," she said. "Would you massage them to warm them up?"

"Are you touching them now?"

"Just holding them."

"Squeeze them."

"Yes."

Damn, he wished he could see that, but he could imagine what she'd look like: her golden-brown hair tousled in waves against her suntanned shoulders and the red satin pillowcase; her lids heavy, partially closed over her green-flecked hazel eyes as she gazed at him; her back arched, breasts thrust forward, soft hands cupping them, red-tipped fingers digging into the soft globes.

Wow. Apparently he was a visual lover even when he couldn't see a damned thing.

"I'd rub your nipples gently with my thumbs until they were so hard you'd beg me to suck them."

There was a slight rustle of the bedding, and she produced a sensual purr that grabbed him by the balls and demanded he take everything he wanted from her.

"I can imagine your tongue flicking over a tip," she said, "before you suck it into your hot, wet mouth."




       
         
       
        
He could imagine that too. And he was wondering why he was standing at the end of the bed with a hard-on while they discussed such delights rather than actually acting on his desires.

"I'd slide one hand down your smooth belly," he said. "Slow. Gentle. Drawing goose bumps to the surface."

"Yes," she whispered. "God, you have the sexiest voice. Do you have any idea what it does to me?"

He grinned, silently thanking the universe for the gift he'd been given. "Are you quivering, Amanda?"

"A little. I'd be quivering more if it were your hand instead of my own teasing my skin. Touching me. Stroking. Mmm. Feels good."

It occurred to him that she was testing his resolve. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to be stretched so far beyond his limit that he'd devour her, but she was quickly working him up to such a state.

"Slowly I'd move my hand closer to that sweet pussy between your thighs."

"Mmm."

"Closer."

"Yes, Jacob."

He loved when she called his name. His real name. Most of his lovers called him Shade.

"But I wouldn't touch it," he said. "Not yet."

"Please."

"I'd brush the backs of my fingers against the curve of your hip. Light touches. Slow and easy to make you squirm. Then I'd jerk your thighs apart and-"

He heard a sound much too wet to be her stroking her hip. He smirked at her apparent haste. "Amanda, are you cheating?"

"Why don't you turn on the light and find out?"

He almost tripped over the jeans circling his ankles in his haste to find the light switch. He kicked them aside impatiently and turned on the light. When his eyes adjusted to the glare, he found her in a position that far surpassed what he'd been imagining.

She had one breast gripped in her hand, her painted fingertips twisting desperately at her pebbled nipple. Her other hand was between her splayed legs. Her panties had vanished, so no imagination was required on his part. He could see exactly what she was doing to herself. Her ring finger and middle finger worked her slick pussy, delving deep and stretching herself in wide arcs. Her little finger popped in and out of her ass. Her thumb massaged her clit in desperate, rapid strokes. She rocked her hips into her hand and lifted her head from the bed as her body shuddered with pleasure.

Jacob stood at the end of the bed-mouth dry, balls tight, feet rooted to the floor-and watched her stunning performance.